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This story is full of all sorts of perverse and unlikely things. It 
includes all sorts of bizarre things, which happen to turn some people 
on. Things like bondage, non-consentual sex, exhibitionism, and even 
incest. Minors need not apply. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. 
Delete from incoming box. (Like you'll listen if you're a minor... but 
at least you've been warned).

If this kind of writing causes you discomfort, if it bothers you or is 
even likely to bother you, please don't read it. Consider yourself 
warned. If you read it despite all these warnings and are offended, 
what the heck are you doing? Give yourself a shake.

I guess I should point out that this story is fictional. I have never 
figured out time travel and if I did, I suspect I wouldn't misuse the 
privilege nor would I engage in non-consensual sex or incest under any 
circumstances nor would I counsel anyone else to do so. These are bad 
things. <Does this really need saying? Isn't this common sense? Hello?> 
Any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely coincidental.

Also, let's be clear about this. Archiving of the story is OK. But 
charging money for it (including charging for access to any archived 
copies) isn't cool. Needless to say, giving me credit for the story is 
not an option. This work is copyrighted by the author subject to the 
above stated conditions.

This is a work in progress. I will continue posting it as long as there 
is interest (both yours and mine). Any comments, good or bad, are 
welcome. Suggestions for the storyline are also welcome.

If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy.

- Crimson



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Chapter 126 - Time Out Of Time

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By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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Jane was remarkably easy to secure to the tree. Made me wonder just 
how much the girls were resisting previously whenever I tied them up. 
She almost seemed eager to be bound, and happily rose up on her bare 
toes, reaching for the low branch above her head. She gripped the 
branch lightly with her fingers and waited patiently as I slipped the 
steel handcuffs back around her slender wrists. Her position raised 
her breasts wonderfully under her dress. If she had been a little less 
endowed, the dress would have slipped right off her as she stood like 
that.

I stepped back, watching as she twisted her wrists in their 
restraints. Sighing, she let go of the branch and let herself down off 
her toes. The handcuffs, stretched over the branch became taut well 
before she was able to get her heels to the grass. She took a deep 
breath, knowing it was useless to complain, and resigned herself to 
being on her toes. She gripped the branch again, trying to ease the 
weight on the balls of her feet.

I ordered Christi to her knees. The other girl knelt quickly, sensing 
that I wasn't going to tolerate a lot of protests from her. I'm sure 
that the designer jeans she wore were getting grass stained around the 
knees, but like Jane, she probably didn't care much about the state of 
her clothing. As long as she didn't get punished for it.

I slowly walked around the suspended girl, admiring her figure, 
admiring the way her body stretched in its restraints. She tried to 
watch me as I circled her, unsure of what she'd gotten herself into. 
Probably regretting her last request. I smiled at her as she was 
forced to watch my progress by whipping her head from right to left.

She spoke softly. "Can a slave change her mind?"

I gently shook my head. I'd arrived back in front of the girl.

"I didn't think so," she whispered. "Can I ask what you are going to 
do to me while I'm like this?"

"That would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?"

She swallowed. "Can I stop you, if it gets to be too much?"

I thought about it. I could give her a safeword, like I had with 
Elizabeth. But I didn't want to. She was still my slave. A lovely 
slave, true, but still my slave. I could still do whatever I wanted 
with her. Even if she was here by choice. I would try not to go over 
her limits with my play, but I didn't want to worry too much about 
safewords. It was part of the game for her. She needed to have 
absolutely no control. I could see it in her frightened eyes. It 
wouldn't work if she could stop it. Not for her. She wasn't Elizabeth.

"Are you my slave?"

She nodded slowly.

"Will you accept what I do to you, and for you?"

"I don't have much choice, like this ..."

"No, you don't."

She shuddered a bit. I couldn't tell if she was shuddering at her lack 
of control, or shuddering simply because of her arousal. I was 
entirely sure that if I checked between her legs, the anticipation 
would be showing.

Leaving her, I walked slowly back to the pack. I retrieved a bright 
blue ball gag, the crop, some soft rope, the nipple clamps, a 
blindfold and the pair of scissors.

She watched in apprehension as I approached with the items in my arms. 
I dropped them at her feet in the grass. She took a deep breath, let 
it out in one long stream, and reached out to touch the gag with her 
toe. It required a bit of balancing on her part, but she did it 
anyway.

She licked her lips. "I. I don't want to be gagged."

I touched her red lips and traced them gently.

"Does it matter what you want anymore?"

A tear slipped from her eye as she looked at me. She slowly shook her 
head. If I wanted her gagged, she would be, and however reluctantly 
she'd accept it.

"I'm scared," she whispered.

"You should be. Means you are still sane," I answered her as I gave 
her a quick kiss on the cheek. I had meant to get her lips, but she 
turned her head at the last moment.

She looked back at me after I'd withdrawn. The words seemed to make 
her feel better. I could almost see the thoughts going through her 
mind. She could have had anything she wanted. A rest in a nice soft 
bed. A nice meal. Even a walk in the park. Instead, she had chosen to 
be here. Handcuffed and stretched on a tree, waiting for the pain to 
begin. I watched as she shivered.

I bent and picked up the crop. Her eyes followed it with extreme 
trepidation.

"I'll do whatever you want," she whispered. "You don't have to punish 
me for whatever I did ..."

Still looking into her eyes, I let the crop fall hard onto her thighs. 
The dress didn't provide much protection for her and she wasn't 
expecting the blow. She cried out more in surprise than anything else.

"Ow. Shit. That fucking hurts. I'd forgotten. Shiiiit."

Her legs danced through the grass as she tried her best to pull out of 
the handcuffs. I was certain that she was really going to hurt her 
wrists if I left her in her current restraints. At least she would if 
I was going to be tormenting her as much as I intended.

I smiled at her as she tried to control the pain in her legs.

"I thought that you were going to control your screams."

"Oh shit. I'm sorry. I. This slave forgot. Please give her another 
chance. Hit her again, she'll be quiet. Oh God, please don't punish 
her for it."

"We made a deal ..."

"I. She knows. Oh God. She's sorry. Your slave was surprised. She 
didn't mean to scream."

She had regained most of her composure. She was still hurting, I could 
see it in her eyes, but she was determined not to scream on the next 
two punishments. One way or the other, I considered, I wanted to break 
her of that promise. Just for fun. She would scream.

"Alright. You can have another chance."

"Oh God. Thank-you."

She wouldn't be thanking me later.

I bent and retrieved the scissors, dropping the crop back to the 
grass. Her eyes widened at the sight of the sharp blades. I held the 
instrument up in front of her face, waving them slightly.

She licked her lips and spoke softly. "Can a slave speak?"

I nodded.

She seemed to be struggling with something internal, but she arrived 
at a decision. She opened her mouth and closed it again. Finally she 
opened her mouth and spoke softly.

"This slave. She has to tell you something. She doesn't want you to 
get angry with her, though."

I considered it. "I can't promise you anything."

"Please don't get angry with me. I mean ... angry with your slave. 
She's sorry and she didn't know what she was doing ..."

I was curious now what was going on in her pretty head. She squirmed 
against the restraints in front of me, knowing that I was about to cut 
the dress from her body. Perhaps, she was stalling me, not wanting to 
part with her only possession. I could understand that.

"Jane? Better tell me quick, before I get tired of this and gag you."

"No. Please. I. This ..." her voice trailed off.

"It's alright. Drop the slave talk."

She looked a little relieved. "Please. Master. I. I'm frightened. And 
I don't want to make it worse on me than it is. But I have to tell you 
the truth. I don't know why. But I have to."

I stepped back, lowering the scissors to my side. I looked at her 
quizzically, not really knowing what to expect.

She continued hesitantly, "Those scissors ... I can't do this."

I glanced at Christi who was shaking her head at Jane, obviously 
telling her not to continue whatever it was she was going to do. Jane 
ignored her and spoke in a whisper.

"The first night after you took me. In the morning. I made breakfast. 
Remember?"

I nodded slowly.

Jane continued, her words rushing out of her mouth now. "Christi let 
me free in the morning to make breakfast and ... and ... and I picked 
up the scissors you'd left. I. I was going to stab you. And I 
couldn't. Christi was begging me not to, and I couldn't. Even though 
you'd put me through hell. I don't know why. I couldn't do it. Oh God, 
please don't stab me."

I had no idea what kind of bravery that took. She didn't have to tell 
me that. I had forgiven her that long ago. I'd forgiven it almost as 
soon as I heard it from Christi's mouth so long ago. I'd watched her a 
bit more carefully and never understood it. But here she was, more 
vulnerable than ever before, stretched on her bare feet to a tree, 
knowing that I was going to punish her, and she braved to tell me the 
truth. It almost brought tears to my eyes. She was so strong, and so 
confused. I resolved that I wouldn't punish her for it, no matter 
what.

I licked my lips. "I. I know, Janey."

She looked confused and glanced over at Christi still kneeling in the 
grass. I hurriedly continued, lying for Christi.

"She didn't tell me, though she would have if I'd asked. I wasn't 
asleep," I lied to her.

Jane's eyes shifted back to my face. "You knew?"

"Of course, I knew. Why do you think you were more actively restrained 
on the next nights than you were that first night?"

She took a deep breath. "You never punished me for it, though."

"I understood. And you stopped. I never quite understood it, but you 
never tried again, to my knowledge."

"I didn't. I wouldn't."

I stepped over and gave her a kiss again. This time she didn't turn 
her head. When I broke the kiss, she was breathing harder and she 
spoke quietly.

"I'm glad I didn't."

I grinned at her. "Damn right you are glad you didn't. A second 
attempt, stopped or not, and you really wouldn't have sat down for a 
week."

She paled a bit, realizing what I'd threatened for this session.

"Even so, I'm still glad I didn't hurt you when I could have," she 
spoke softly. I could see in her eyes that she at least suspected that 
Christi had told me, but she didn't seem to mind. Probably understood. 
She was a perceptive one. Hard to lie to her.

"Are you ready?" I held up the scissors again. Jane blanched but 
nodded her head.

I walked up to her, placing the sharp scissors just inside the 
neckline of her dress. She shivered a bit, tears beginning to form in 
her eyes. She had been allowed the clothes for a day or so. She was 
getting used to being covered. The evening dress was not only the most 
expensive she'd ever owned, but it was her only real possession. That 
and the jewelry she still wore for me. I was about to remove it 
irretrievably, rend it from her physically. She took a deep breath and 
braced herself.

In one quick motion I let the scissors fall through the expensive 
dress. She was careful not to move as the material parted for the 
blades. She cried out a bit at the tearing sounds, but waited until 
the black fabric fluttered uselessly to the grass around her bare 
ankles. When the material was lying still on the ground she finally 
gave up and let the tears flow. She cried silently staring at the 
ground, caressing the fabric with her bare toes.

I turned to see Christi's eyes wet as well. A fellow captive in tears 
and not from physical pain. I licked my lips. Much as I hated doing 
it, it had to be done. It didn't really matter, I'd seen her bare body 
before, and she needed to be separated from the dress before she left. 
The dress would have been in the way, and it heightened her sensations 
to have it forcibly removed.

I sat back in the grass beside Christi. I slowly stroked her arm as I 
let Jane cry. My eyes took in her nude beauty. Robbed of her garment, 
she was a stunning sight. As pretty as I remembered her. Even with her 
head hung in tears, her flawless breasts were upthrust into the 
sunlight. Her body was shining from head to toe, radiating an inner 
strength and beauty that was unique to her. Only a thin red line 
crossed her silky thighs on an upward angle. The mark from the crop.

"I'm going to cry, too, when you take mine," Christi whispered as she 
knelt beside me.

I nodded. I was sure she would as well.

Jane finally managed to stop her weeping, and raised her eyes to look 
at me. I slowly got to my feet, and she spoke quietly, "I'm ready."

I walked over to her. "Are you?" I wiped gently at her tears.

"Thank you for letting me cry," she said as she twisted her arms. "Can 
I ask how long I'm going to be here? My arms hurt already."

"I know, they do. I'll let you down soon."

I turned towards Christi and motioned her over. Without being told, 
she automatically crawled the short distance to me. It was probably 
easier than standing and then kneeling again. At least in her mind.

"Kneel behind her."

Without question, Christi shuffled behind Jane, kneeling and waiting 
for my next request.

"Touch her."

Christi began a protest, and then realized that it was useless. 
Besides, she was here for this. Jane and her had something between 
them. A history. They'd been together many times, and not always 
because I'd forced it. I suspect the protest was just automatic, not 
really thought out. She quickly realized that it was just the three of 
us, and that I didn't care what she did with Jane.

She reached up as Jane spread her legs. The posture forced more 
pressure on her wrists, but Jane knew that it was expected. Her feet 
barely touching the ground, she gasped as the first light touch of 
Christi's fingers caressed her lips.

Christi gasped as well. I looked around Jane's form silently asking 
Christi what was wrong.

Christi whispered, her face beet red, "She's very wet. I. I guess I 
wasn't expecting it. I'm sorry."

I looked up at Jane, but she had her eyes closed, her face flushed as 
well. I couldn't really tell if it was the humiliation, shame or just 
sheer excitement level.

"Jane?"

Her eyes snapped open. I could tell from her eyes that it really was a 
combination of arousal and humiliation. Even being here by her choice 
wasn't enough to stop her feeling guilty for her body betraying her 
mind. She was an independent girl and still couldn't understand why 
her body reacted to this kind of treatment. She probably simply wanted 
a change from real life. Less control in her sex life, and it was 
falling to an extreme. Probably only because I was here, and she 
didn't have much choice.

I held up the scissors and her eyes followed them.

"Hold still," I whispered to her.

I gently dragged the sharp edge over her cheek. She shivered, but 
managed to keep her face pressed to the blade. She didn't flinch which 
was good for her. I traced the blade over her pert nose. I watched as 
she wrinkled it prettily after the blade went on to touch her 
sensitive lips. I withdrew, not a speck of blood gracing her.

She let her breath out in a long sigh of relief. I let her rest for a 
moment and then began at her chest. I traced the tip of the scissors 
along her bare breasts, circling the erect nipples. She tensed 
immediately, trying to hold her breath, trying to keep still, trying 
not to flinch or move away from the dangerous steel. I could see her 
struggling with the sensations of Christi's fingers. Trying not to 
buck, trying to remain motionless. One move in the wrong direction, 
for her or me, would mean big trouble for her soft skin. She knew that 
and I knew that. We almost had to become one.

She took a quick breath as I moved the blade from her breasts. I 
looked down and watched as Christi's middle finger slowly entered Jane 
and pumped up and down. Ever so slowly. Christi was well aware that if 
Jane climaxed, not only could Jane hurt herself, but that I would 
probably punish Christi. I didn't want Jane climaxing yet, no matter 
how much she deserved it.

I carefully scraped along Jane's erect nipples, careful not to cut her 
quivering breasts. She desperately wanted to move away. I can't 
imagine how protective of her nipples she would feel. If possible her 
nipples got harder under the scrape of the blades. I did that to her 
twice before she begged. I could see her body trembling, fatigue 
causing her muscles to protest at keeping completely still.

"Please. I. Can't. Please don't cut me. Oh God. Please."

"You can't keep still?" I rested the blade carefully just above her 
right nipple.

"Please. Not much longer."

"You don't want a cut on your breasts? On your nipples?"

"Please. I like my nipples on my body. Oh God. I'm scared."

Truthfully, I didn't want to hurt her that much anyway. And I'm not 
into blood. I would have felt very badly if I'd cut her, but I had 
faith in her control. Despite the stimulation between her legs and her 
fading strength, I thought she'd be able to hold it for a few more 
minutes.

To her credit she tried. Despite the shaking of her body and the 
trembling muscles she managed to stay still for a few more minutes. 
She screamed as her thighs refused to support her. As she inhaled 
deeply for the scream, I moved the steel from her nipple. She screamed 
again before she looked down at herself. She looked like she was 
readying herself to be greeted by the sight of her nipple separated 
from her breast. Instead, she saw her intact bare breasts heaving in 
her fright.

Jane moaned as Christi resumed her slow pumping of her vagina. It 
looked like Christi had inserted two fingers into her and was 
purposely teasing Jane.

"Thank-you," Jane breathed.

"For what?" I asked quietly as I reached for the soft ropes lying in 
the grass.

"For taking them away before I got cut. I. I couldn't hold it any 
longer. I didn't want to lose a nipple. Thank-you."

I smiled. I guess because she knew that she was about to be sent back, 
she assumed that I was capable of anything. Truthfully, had I cut her, 
I probably would have fainted. Blood, especially female blood, makes 
me lightheaded. I was being careful as much for myself as for her.

Silently, I began to wrap the rope around her upper chest, running 
rope securely above and below her bare breasts. She didn't squirm, but 
seemed to be more interested in the sensations happening between her 
legs. As I began to wrap the base of each breast in rope, and the 
sensations of pressure began to increase she opened her eyes.

"Can I ask what you ware doing?"

"What do you think?"

"Tying up my boobs?"

"Good guess."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

"I'm not going to like it am I?"

"You will. On one level."

"Oh God."

I felt her tense as she tried to push down onto Christi's teasing 
fingers.

Soon her breasts were tight, tied adequately for my purposes. I traced 
the sensitive flesh, feeling the unnatural tightness of her soft skin. 
Jane gasped.

"It hurts," she whispered.

"It's supposed to."

"Last time ..." she began.

"I tied you up like this, you got it across 'em," I finished her 
thought for her.

"Oh God. Please no. I can't take it."

"You don't have much choice, my dear."

"Oh God."






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